After a solemn swearing-in meeting, Cangzhong left.
And this military factory, which shoulders an important mission, has begun to officially operate.
No buffering, no adaptation.
Truckloads of packed raw materials are continuously transported to the factory.
Under the transportation of directional assembly lines, they arrive at the raw material storage facilities of each workbench accurately.
The cooking equipment that had already completed the preparation was lit one by one.
Everything is filled with a certain cold, orderly mechanical beauty.
At least, that's the case between these steel equipment and crawler tracks.
What makes people feel disconnected is the very different performance of the comrades responsible for the processing link.
Some concentrated their energy and sat cross-legged.
In order to make it easier to maintain this action for a longer period of time, a special cushion is also prepared.
Some had angry eyes and solemn expressions.
It's as if the cooking equipment in front of you is a high-risk experimental product that will explode if you are not careful.
She Jue was walking among them.
His job responsibilities have been simply divided after he reported in.
She Jue is mainly responsible for controlling the quality of the final product.
At the same time, it also has the auxiliary responsibility of optimizing and researching the production process of products.
To be honest, the latter is the reason why She Jue came to this military factory.
Thousands of furnace fires were lit, making this arsenal with a large enough space suddenly become hot.
Fortunately, the brewing of Sanyang decoction does not have strict requirements on ambient temperature and the like.
Therefore, the refrigeration equipment is also running at full capacity.
Not long after, the first pot of Sanyang Decoction was ready.
She Jue looked at the turbid decoction in front of her eyes.
There is no need to carry out precise tests and tests, or in other words, these methods are actually difficult to determine the success of Sanyang Decoction.
But She Jue came to the conclusion right away:
This pot of Sanyang decoction is a success...
Maybe it's because of his accumulation in traditional Chinese medicine, or maybe he does have special talents in this area.
In short, She Jue found that he had the ability to easily distinguish whether the Sanyang Decoction was "real" or not.
She Jue also knew that this was perhaps the most important reason why he was allowed to join this project.
As She Jue nodded, the pot of Sanyang decoction was placed in the temporary refrigerated warehouse next to it.
For now, no one knows whether Sanyang Decoction has a shelf life.
But one thing is certain - this thing is not that easy to break.
Just to make sure it doesn't rot.
Therefore, refrigerated warehouses were set up in military factories.
She Jue didn't know where these Sanyang decoctions would be transported.
But judging from a series of procedures and standard requirements, She Jue feels that it is most likely export.
Is it exported to overseas Chinese?
Because of her previous research on Sanyang Decoction, She Jue naturally had a sideways understanding of the people on whom Sanyang Decoction works.
This is the current consensus in traditional Chinese medicine and related fields:
This black box at the level of traditional Chinese medicine cannot affect all groups.
But it is not that the allergy is weakened, but that it is completely ineffective.
Just like this black box of traditional Chinese medicine, it can automatically identify certain things...
At first, She Jue and some researchers thought that this might be a genetic cause.
However, after a lot of fiddling by researchers related to genes, they still have not found the root cause of the problem.
But the only thing that is certain is:
Generally speaking, most yellow people can enjoy the effects of Sanyang Decoction.
This is also the basic disk that the official can comprehensively promote.
Of course, this does not mean that Sanyang decoction is ineffective for other races.
At least as far as She Jue knew.
In the school he stayed at before, there was a non-yellow man who drank the Sanyang decoction with real effectiveness.
This made She Jue vaguely guess.
But because that guess was too outrageous, he couldn't be sure.
In short, for overseas Chinese, it should be quite suitable for the needs of Sanyang Decoction.
But exporting to overseas Chinese doesn’t seem to require such a big battle?
She Jue thought secretly in her heart.
"Gong She, this is the list of finished products. Please sign."
She Jue looked at the colleague who came over with the order, took it and looked at it.
After roughly checking the situation in his memory, She Jue signed.
It was also at this juncture that She Jue asked casually:
"No grading?"
"Classification?"
The colleague thought for a while, then shook his head:
"It's not necessary at the moment. The instructions from our superiors are: the Sanyang decoction at this stage does not need to be classified yet."
She Jue nodded.
Then he noticed some details.
Warehouse?
Secretary Cang is the director of which bureau?
At this moment, She Jue suddenly heard some noisy noises coming from outside.
From the sharp shouts that occasionally sounded, Shejuemohu heard some words.
It seems like... someone has a heat stroke?
And outside the military factory:
"Don't...don't move me over."
Ning Peiqin struggled to open his eyes and used a weak voice to stop the people who tried to move him to a shady area under the outer wall of the military factory.
And in my heart, a voice of grief and anger echoed:
Landon, you deserve to die!
What Yueyin Dharma is so mysterious!
Make it look like a living zombie!
When the government began to vigorously promote Sanyang decoction, Ning Peiqin felt something was wrong.
Later, while shopping, he felt the hot breath emanating from the bustling crowds on the street, and some bad idea in Ning Peiqin's mind was verified.
He seems to have become a reverse version of a warrior!
Just like the "Fengdu Dragon Slaying Joke" that has been circulating for a long time in the training academy.
Even worse than that...
At this moment, Ning Peiqin made up his mind.
Although the Sanyang decoction is smelly and unpleasant to drink.
But in the following days, he will have to drink a pot every day!
It doesn’t matter if you don’t practice Yueyin Dafa!
The rescue station nearby couldn't resist him and moved him further to a shady area.
Ning Peiqin finally calmed down a bit, and his originally sickly and rosy complexion finally recovered.
In this way, while Ning Peiqin thanked the passers-by who rescued him, he looked at the unfamiliar area on the other side surrounded by high walls.
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Ning Peiqin didn't know where that place was.
But he knows that even if he kills himself, he won’t go there!
It was difficult for Ning Peiqin to describe his feelings just now so accurately.
He originally just passed by here accidentally.
But suddenly it was like being thrown directly from the cold air-conditioning bill to the hottest area of the sun in the dog days of summer.
Ning Peiqin, who had practiced the Yueyin Dharma so hard before, almost fainted.
He looked over there with a lingering heart.
Are there hundreds of strong men over there tinkering with Sanyang Decoction?
Now Ning Peiqin, who felt that he had been cheated due to the emergence of Sanyang Decoction, subconsciously thought of it.
He staggered back to the dormitory.
After knocking on the door next to him with some melancholy and fucked up thoughts, Ning Peiqin saw Lang Deng who looked even more depressed.
"Are you being abused in a game again?"
"I told you to stop playing mobile games. How can your hands that are as stiff as a stick rub against those young guys?"
Ning Peiqin subconsciously complained.
Langdon sighed rather sadly:
"How about you send me to Liucheng to meet the great witch?"
"I want to be reincarnated..."
Langdon, the zombie who once single-handedly suppressed the extraordinary group of people in Fengdu on Earth, said with melancholy.
"Where in this world is the place where zombies should stay?"
"The great witch is named 'Xia', I should have thought of it..."
"You may not be able to continue rubbing glass after reincarnation..."
Ning Peiqin thought for a while and said.
"Forget it, I'll just apply for a job as a morgue manager..."
This chapter has been completed!